The service opened with the whole congregation joining in the singmk of "O God, our help in ages past," this being followed by Psalm 130, "Out of the deep I have called unto thee." The lesson, read by Dean Trivett, was taken from the Book of Wisdom TI; I-10 and was followed by the Lord's Prayer. Just before the two minutes' silence, which began promptly at 11 am, the -stirring strains of Kipling "Pecessional," always associated with Armistice Day services, resounded throughout the Cathedral, and as the final "Amen" was sung, the congregation remained standing while buglers from the Seaforth Highlanders sounded the "Last Post." The rousing notes of the "Reveille" marked the end of the impressive silence and the congregation remained standing for the singing of the traditional hymn dedicated to those who fell during the Great War, "O valiant hearts who to your glory came." The service ended with the singing of "God Save the King."
In his address the Rev. J. N. Lewis Bryan said:
At 11 o'clock this morning! oni every land and on every sea, wherever there is one member of the British Commonwealth of Free Peoples, or one outpost of Empire, the Two Minutes Silence is being observed. The hum of industry, and the throb of machinery dies away in office and mill, in loom and mine and E }taetory, while"we keep" again, with, possibly, this time, an even deeper significance, the two most sacred and solemn moments in each of the last twenty years of the world's life. The years as they pass tend all too inevitably, to dim the memory even of such an event as was the Armistice in the history of England and her dependencies and the nations of the world, and it becomes increasingly more difücult, year by year to recapture the emotions which we felt on November the 11th, 1918.
For four long years the Great War had crushed us down—those merciless years which had devoured the flower of our youth and the pride of our manhood. Every month 20000 lives of England and Her Dominions had been scattered on the Battlefields of the World, then suddenly—as it were in a moment the long agony was at an end—the dark shadows had lifted—victory had lit up the horizon of our hopes. come the memories of those years of constant strain, which despite gleams of heroism, for ever shining through, darkened the heavens and the earth.
But to all of us, young and old alike, and none are too young to them reverence there must have come the memory of those who lay down their lives that their Country might live—might keep her ancient liberty no man' making her afraid,—who died that for the right of smaller nations to hold up their heads against tyranny and aggression, who died that the ago of freedom might wave untramelled over land and sea, who lay down their lives for truth and honour, for right and simple faith. Clear cut into the very fabric of the Two! Minutes Silence, is the very precious memory of.those.who found immortal achievement' by the sacrifice of themselves, For twenty years and more their bones have hallowed the very ground in every -land, where the Allied Armies fought. On the blood soaked fields of France and Flanders the myriad white crosses which mark their resting place defy the ravages of time. They sleep their last long sleep, untroubled by the dawns anc sunsets of the passing years in th' old fever haunts of Africa and Iraq and Salonica, along the Indian and Italian Frontiers, overlooking the Mount of Olives, under the light of the Polar Star, and the sands oj' Egypt. Thousands sleep beneath thi ocean until the day when the sea shall give up her dead.
Bickering and Disagreement j "As long as memory lasts, as long as gratitude remains in the hearts of men, as long as heroism and self sacrifice remain virtues in life—s¢ long will their names live and be an inspiration for those who come, after. But twenty years of bickering and disagreement among the nations of the world seems a pretty mean sequel to the war that was to end all war, and the constant menace of disruption in international relationships a pretty bitter commentary on those who went out to battle to make the world safe for democracy.
Yet the worst service we car render to the memory of our dead, is to wonder, as we have sometimes been inclined to do, why they should have given their lives for a world which seems after all so little worthy of their saving. And just herein les the virtue and solemn necessity of keeping year by year the anniversary of this day, for it is at moments such as these, that we know what it is to which they summon us;—not to war but to peace—peace holy and deep and ancient,—peace older than the oldest wars—peace that will endure when the last sword has been There was no public sale of Armistice Day poppies yesterday certain points British women sold these emblems. This picture was taken outside the Cathedral,
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